(2) He feels a little pain. I don't know why every time I think of this, my head will always have a severe pain. He joys the cigarette, reached out from the coffee next to the sofa. Take a painful film, accidentally Falling the ashtray, the clear voice of the glass is as sharp as his headache in the late night. He didn't like it as usual, and he swallowed a pill, but gently contained in his mouth until it slowly melted. The light of the dawn quietly passed through the curtains, refrared on his full forehead, he rolled the mouse, turned the page and looked up from the head, one word, and even the punctuation is not tolerant. When you see the last word, there is an urgent desire in his brain: I want to know the wall of the wall. He started to write her letter according to the page mailbox address, one blockwed, or in the morning, or late at night. So his typing speed increased by at least ten times in a short period of time. He did not receive a reply, but this did not reduce his enthusiasm. He is like Hemingway's "old man with the sea", his old fish, San Diego, stick to confidence, knowing that he can't help him, he is in the end of him. "Big macaro".
The tide of the tide, the cloud is gathered. Time slipped away every day, he still confiscated a reply, he still did not retreat, he continued to write, constantly writing, he stubbornly concluded that she must be a "bakeable, not saying" girl. This makes him more interested in her. In addition to writing her letter, he started to hang QQ online. One day she will come up, he thinks. When he was asked, he asked him, why did him ignore him. He wants to be angry with her. Of course, this is pretended.
At a little bit in the morning, he quickly tapped a string such as a bean sprout on the keyboard as usual. Recently, the company's business is surprisingly, connecting a few monomers. When he stood up and prepared to cook a cup of coffee, QQ made a scream, he immediately stopped the advancement of the footsteps, filled with South African coffee beans, shake it in his hand. He has a premonition, must be a wall micro flowers. When the wall of the wall with a fish, he didn't know what he was in front of him, and his cheeks were tight. I have only knocked out a word for a long time. "I don't want to be a rose that everyone like, but I would rather do a small flower in the wall, very personal" "You are the same, alternative animals :)" She called his net name and gave him a smile. He suddenly became easy "?" "?" "" "" "" Wall microtause will always make people feel a poor love "" :) "" :) ". . . . . .
The night is slowly retreating in the knocking sound of the keyboard, the sky begins to show the clouds of large pieces. In the dawn, they bid farewell, four 8 "88" "88" simple can't be simple, he believes that he will not need to agree, he will see her online. He thinks, she must think so.
